Sitting up on the roof
sneaking a smoke by the chimney...

There's some things that i regret,
some words i wish had gone unsaid...

18 years have come and gone
for momma they flew by...

In the circles I've been running,
I've covered many miles...

When you look back on times we had
i hope you smile...

Lately nothing i do ever seems to please you
and maybe turning my back would be that much...

I was sitting on my doorstep,
i hung up the phone and it fell out of my hand...

You took your coat off
and stood in the rain...

Now little Lisa is only 9 years old
Shes trying to figure out why the world is so cold...

I'm a little boy with glasses
the one who you call a geek...

I can remember the very first time i cried
how i wiped my eyes...

I feel these four walls closing in
face in close to the glass...